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[bashasasdemon]

[This is written in a fairly neat handwriting, in a language that may look roughly similar to Arabic to those familiar with it. The paper on the bulletin board has a small note on top, with a lot of space on the rest of the page for people to fill in as needed.]

Since we're all from different worlds and cultures I think there are a few things we should probably get sorted out as a group. First thing should probably be how to address each other. Go ahead and write your name/title/what you want to be called, your gender identifier if that's important to you, and pronouns to use for you.


Kai, he/him

Comments

[steelfeathered]

Plagued! Ever my fate to be cast into new realms with arbitrary laws, etc etc.

So is there a finished Library on the other side of this? Or would that be impossible due to all the receiving new works? Is 'finished' the same as 'static'?

[unsheathedfromreality]

Not your first time?

Stands to reason there would be. Otherwise the Library wants us to finish stories just to annihilate them which is bad cosmology.

[He'll ACCEPT it but how distasteful.

also tfw ur alt has a definite answer to that one and you punch yourself not to metagame ]

There seems to be degrees. I can finish things but they can't be done to my total satisfaction. Something has to be a little wrong about them.

But a different wrong from leaving a piece out or undone.

[steelfeathered]

It isn't. Even with all these restrictions and small space, if my friends came this time, too, I might prefer the Library. Though, I don't think our fellow prisoners would appreciate them as cellmates.

[and... oh, no. No. How did it get this long. ...The point is that she's finding an absurdly pretentious, affected way to poke fun at herself for how often she just writes partial poems and pulls out the stops, pausing between stanzas to think of what's next.]

Kindly Balash says, you really must
submit a finished poem, said to

She, who once burned deep yellow green
Now in shouting crimson-gold, watching
The flight and fall of sunbirds
The flight and swirl of moonbirds
Uusoae's beckoning reach,
The skies lit with mortal wars
An egg trembling, incipient

Said she, All is poetry. There is no finish
Is the world left undone?

That's not my point, claims Balash
You can actually refine your work
And not just leave it there, but complete it.
Preserve it for others to see
Remember it was you who came desiring
(Conspicuous placeholder text)
You are complaining that water is wet

The truth then: I am lazy, my motivation wings away
It is easier to mid sentence

[Then up top as the title:]

THE VINDICATION OF HISAKO

[unsheathedfromreality]

Not all as charming as yourself?

[Might that be the faint sound of applause, from somewhere in the Library?]

You seem to be getting the hang of it.

Enough time here and you will be able to come back and refine what you've done.

[steelfeathered]

Thank you, I put a lot of work into being cute. We tend towards the provocative and a little insular.

Well I have nothing but time.